In early February, I somehow found myself on top of a mountain in France. Which is interesting, considering that I can't really ski, don't have any particular interest in skiing, and in fact find skiing kind of terrifying. And yet there I was. A member of my cohort, an avid skier, had organized a week-long trip to Avoriaz, a resort high in the French Alps. I signed up, thinking, sure, why not? Who turns down an opportunity in the Alps? I learned two important facts from this trip. One: The Alps are stunning. Everyone needs to see them at least once in their life. Two: I still don't like skiing.
I would love to go back, just maybe during the summer.
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